Ramsay’s fingers tightened around mine and I hurried to keep up with him as he marched up to the house.
He cut me a look as he dropped his hold on me to open the door. “I need to feed Akiva first and then I’ll cook us something.”
That was the plan, after all.
He would be gentlemanly enough to feed me first.
But as we walked into his home and I drew in his scent, a need tightened in my belly and tingles awakened between my legs.
Ramsay moved around his kitchen, grabbing Akiva’s dinner dish to feed her the organic dog food I knew he spent a fortune on. That was partially why her coat was so shiny and perfect. Affection warmed me. I loved how much he loved his dog.
He lowered to put the dish before her, his shirt stretching across his broad, muscled back as he reached out to pet her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Good girl,” he murmured as she ate.
Then he stood and turned to face me. His eyes dropped to my bare legs and traveled slowly upward until I felt like my knees were blushing from his intense perusal. When his gaze caught on my breasts, they seemed to tighten against the fabric of the dress, my nipples peaking into needy little buds.
“I know I promised dinner first …” His voice was hoarse with sexual want. “But if I don’t get inside you soon, I might lose my fucking mind.”
Triumph—exultant, smug triumph—flooded me along with wet arousal. “I’ve wanted you inside me since the first time I walked through this door. Dinner can wait.”
His eyes narrowed. “You should know I like to be in charge. If you don’t like something we’re doing, we stop, but otherwise when we’re in there”—he indicated toward the bedroom with a jerk of his chin—“I’m the boss.”
I shivered with excitement and knew I could probably come with his rumbling those three words in my ear. “Okay.”
“To clarify, anytime we’re having sex, whether it’s in that room or bent over a table, I’m the boss.”
An erotic image filled my mind, and I sucked in a breath. “Have you been thinking about bending me over a table?”
Ramsay took a step toward me. “Every time you lie and evade about the threats against you, I’ve wanted to bend you over the nearest surface and smack your arse until you tell me the truth.”
“Oh.” I wheezed out as my arousal deepened.
Funny. If Hugh or any ex had said such a thing to me, I probably would have sneered at them and told them to go fuck themselves.
Ramsay threatening to spank me … okay, wow.
New kink activated.
What was happening to me?
His lip curled at the corner. “Then I’d fuck you until you screamed for me.”
“Let’s just …” My skin felt like fire. “Let’s just skip dinner.”
He considered me, drawing his thumb over his bottom lip as his gaze swept over my body again. I shivered as his pale wolf eyes turned smoky.
Finally, he crossed the room to stand inches from me. He was so close I could feel the heat of him, smell that earthy sandalwood that made me want to bury my nose in his throat. Ramsay reached out and slipped his fingers beneath the right strap of my dress, his rough fingertips stroking my collarbone. “Did you wear this for me?”
I tilted my chin, something about his tone sparking my defiance. “What if I did?”
“Dress, jeans, bin bag … Whatever you wore tonight was coming off as soon as we walked in this door.” And true to his word, he grabbed the hem of the dress and I had the presence of mind to raise my arms as he yanked the material up and over my head.
He threw the dress behind him and it hit the sofa. Ramsay was too busy eating me up with his eyes to care he’d casually discarded a dress that cost more than most people’s car payments.
I stood in a lacy matching bra and panties that I’d never wear on any normal occasion. Truthfully, I was Miss Comfort when it came to underwear. Cotton briefs all the way. But I’d dug out a peachy-pink sexy number that suited my coloring. Considering his domineering attitude, it occurred to me Ramsay was probably used to women who wore overtly sexual lingerie. Perhaps Ava wore red or black lace or didn’t wear underwear at all.
Maybe my peachy-pink number was more girlish than sexy.
My jaw clenched in self-irritation as Ramsay drank in every inch of me.
